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LILITH
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Cool in the hot night,
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Draped, hidden in speckled shadow
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Under moon waiting
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Waiting in the Tree,
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The earth-serpent. Patient, coiled.
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Sweat on moon-paled flesh;
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She walks, sleepless, wanting -- what?
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Something the man-one
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Asleep in the heat,
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Will not give. Serpent uncoils.
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Cool fruit hangs, luring.
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She thirsts, but is uncertain;
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Which one was denied?
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She sits at Tree's foot,
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Legs spread, trying to ease heat.
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A cool smoothness touches!
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Languid, she lets it touch her.
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Smooth over bare breasts
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Cool on her belly;
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She cries out at the next touch.
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Long coils entwine legs,
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Rippling muscles press, release,
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Double tongue flickers;
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She writhes, strains vainly.
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White fire blooms between her thighs.
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Side to side her head
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Thrashes, hoarse cries from her throat.
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Hard muscle presses,
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Soft scales slip gently;
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She screams; her body stiffens.
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At once, touch is gone.
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Serpent climbs spiralling up.
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She tips her head back,
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Her parched throat stretches;
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A whisper hisses: "Take; eat."
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Sweet cool juice trickles,
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Stings dry throat, tingles on tongue.
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She bites more, greedy.
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Knows what she wants, now.
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She will show the Man the way.
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Man is still sleeping,
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Lethargic, unresponsive.
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Turns over, snoring.
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She leaves in anger.
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Stupid Man! She needs him not.
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Soon again she wants;
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Moves hands to ease discomfort --
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She learns something new:
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Her hands work as well.
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Stupid Man! She needs him not!
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Branches brush her breasts,
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Rough bark rubs and holds her up.
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Grainy between thighs,
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Earth meets all her needs.
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Foiled, the Serpent waits again.
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2/85 (copyright 1985, Leigh Ann Hussey)
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